Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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PRESENT DAT .SHQRTRIDOE ROBERT .STEVENSON V ep I 0 ' 1 ITTLE more than six months have passed since a prophetic hand tg penned the lines, Shortridge barely half a year hence, will be Q R46 , a very different place from the Shortridge of to-day.' How true! And yet true to a greater extent than the writer perhaps surprise to our log cabin ancestors and it is more than likely 3 that we would come to a better appreciation of our school Q? were we allowed to wonder more at the educational advantages ZS 'W 2 of the early days. But let us trust that we are appreciative. Shortridge High School , has not reached its present greatness in a day nor at a single bound, but has gained it step by step. Most of us have heard the history of the school-its struggle for a start, its varied wanderings, HQ, 6 og!! i 5 , 32555 MTM' realized. Shortridge to-day would undoubtedly be a great hues, 4 f-

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Prologue roses--lo! the youth of that man is a thing cold, dead, shrouded, laid out for burial. Somewhat so runs the quaint old French of Master Hughes de Lissingeaux. And truth it is. If you care not to go with us where the willows are a mist of green along the river bank and kneeling to gather with us the Hrstling violets-well, God rest you merry sir! and so farewell! Where we go are waters blue and gray, silvery ripples where the gusts of April shiver across, trees all a-tiptoe with the wonder of tender lisping leaves, birds singing, birds crooning in nests, birds flying everywhere, and there are our violets, young, new-born in the tangled grasses, youth's purple violets to which we would lead you. If you like not such things turn aside to your dusty streets, your gloomy chambers, your mildewed tomes. Your youth lies drowned at the bottom of the years. But for us is the hey-day of life, for us laughter and song and dance and the sound of piping. You will come with us? Good sir, stick this violet as it were a riband in your cap, here, for a breast-knot, be fair yellow primroses plucked from the jade-green clusters along the banks of that sunny path of dalliance. Gentle reader give us your hand. Youth is a precious thing, a thing of pearl-sheen and cloud and moonlight, impalpable as blue mist of dreams, wrought of magic and wizardry, to be seen only of those who know. And if it please you, we would show you that branch-charmed Druid wood. Come with us and be a child again. Here is the way. -9

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PRESENT DAT .SHORTRIDOE .. its final home. From the time it became permanently located on the resent site of the old building, it has grown and continued to grow until the need called for an annex. Not content with that, it still grew until advanced educational methods declared, not that we must have another annex, but that the old should become an annex to the new. Thus it happened that the old Underhill residence, once a landmark in 'historic Indianapolis' was razed to the ground and the erection of a new institution of learning begun. A modern building, constructed in accordance with modern ideas, it was completed, practically, in contract time, an unusual occurrence now-a-days. On January 30, l905, some thirteen hundred knowledge seekers entered it for the first time. Everything was new and from senior, sophomore, and junior alike came expressions of admiration. The building from the outside impresses one mostly with its size, three stories being a little out of the ordinary for schools. Though plain in structure, it has a